(Wait what- she *angry bastardied* his hands??? HUH)

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Ryker worked swiftly, having done this many many times before. His adopted father was a firm believer in a couple things, including, *do it yourself and you'll learn better than if someone does it for you* and *do it right or do it over*. That army quote would be stuck in Ryker's head for forever. Do it right or do it over. He swore he heard that more than any other phrase ever. Except maybe.. there is no try, there is only do or do not, because apparently that was another favorite quote. "Well good thing I'm the ultimate chef." He grinned, finishing the leather wiping with a quick flick of the sponge thingy and putting everything away swiftly.

I don't even know what I meant to put...)

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Abby jumped up "whatcha gunna make for me?" She tilted her head with a grin

Ryker arched an eyebrow. "You know that isn't how it works. I don't just magically decide on the perfect meal. Request something! If you don't, you're stuck with whatever I want to eat." He grinned.

"STEAK!" She yelled with a bright smile "you approve?"

At Abby's yell he jokingly rubbed his ear. "Yes, I can do steak." He answered, already tasting the beautiful... mmmm. He couldn't even think about it without his mouth watering. He stood and jogged, or even, almost ran, about as fast as he ever did, and pretty much dove into the freezer to fish out some steak. Two beautiful sirloins. Then, out to the garage it was, where his whole abode really was. Tools lay everywhere, his truck was raised on the mount and the engine was on the ground, grease and dirt literally were on almost every surface, EXCEPT a beautiful grill that sat in the corner. Ryker cheerfully turned it on before breathing in a GIANT breath of the air and flipping the steaks onto the grill to thaw faster.

Abby jumped up and followed him to the kitchen, staying behind when he left again. She pulled out a can of corn and poured it into a pot, warming it up before leaving it on for a minute and stirring it slightly

The grill was soon all heated up, so Ryker went in to get seasonings then went back out. The steak sizzled as he put, in his opinion, the perfect mixture of the perfect amount of seasonings on. Only a little while later the steaks were grilled, so he grabbed some plates, put them on, turned off the grill, and went inside. "Steak coming right up." Ryker sounded cheerful, because who wouldn't be the day before their wedding while eating steak.

"You love steak don't you?" She asked with a grin. Abby pulled the corn off the stove and dumped some on each plate. "Hurryyyyy I'm hungryyyyy"

"What kind of a question is that? WHO DOESNT LOVE STEAK." Ryker grinned, quickly sliding one onto her plate. "Sheesh, there, calm down." He snorted with a slight eye roll, plopping down to eat his own. A lot of day ahead of them. What to do... what to do...

She grabbed a knife and cut into the steak "moment of truth" she said before popping it into her mouth. "Ooo" she mumbled around the food as she chewed "that's...- that's so good!!!" She took more bites, swallowing and grabbing another bite